Getting a text message from Charlene meant only one thing — she wanted to get laid.

I hadn’t heard from her in a couple of months, but our relationship is pretty casual: We only communicate when one of us wants to have sex. I met Charlene at a party about a year ago. We started talking and drinking, then made out in a corner. Later that night we had hot, explosive sex in the coatroom! We’d been texting each other ever since. I immediately sent her a message to come on over.

Thirty minutes later, Charlene’s car pulled into the driveway. I opened the door and she came in wearing her usual little trench coat, as if I needed to be reminded of our first encounter. I pulled her to me and we kissed. I held her briefly before untying her belt and opening her coat. Then I stepped back to admire her lingerie selection for the evening. This time she wore a green lace teddy that zipped up the front. I’d never seen anything like it — but she always wore something different when we got together. I always felt as if I were unwrapping a gift when I opened Charlene’s trench coat.

I led her into the bedroom and helped her out of her coat. I was all set to unzip her teddy when she said I had to get undressed first. I wasn’t wearing much — just a T-shirt and boxers — but I was out of them in a flash and reaching for that zipper again. I grabbed the tassel at the top and pulled it all the way down to her crotch. I’d seen Charlene in all her glory before, but there was something about the zipper that got to me. Maybe it was the way she slowly stroked my already-hard cock while her breasts practically burst free from the teddy, but I nearly came right there in her hand.

I bent down to tease her erect nipples with the tip of my tongue before sucking one and then the other into my greedy mouth. Charlene’s breasts and pussy seemed to be directly linked. Her head fell back and she moaned, temporarily forgetting about my cock. She held on to my shoulders and I lay her on the bed. I kissed her as I pulled off her teddy. Then I sat back on my heels and told her to spread her legs. One glance revealed she was already incredibly wet. I leaned forward and flicked my tongue against her nipples again. She immediately began to squirm and grind her hips against mine. Then I slid two fingers into her juicy snatch, and she started to pant and pump her hips against my hand. She was ready for me to fill her, but I wanted to prolong the foreplay a while longer.

I slid back, grabbed her ankles, and pulled her down toward the edge of the bed. With my arms wrapped around her legs, I plunged my tongue into her hole and began tonguefucking her, bringing her to her first orgasm of the night. I let her catch her breath and brought my wet fingers to her lips. As she sucked on them, her hands found my cock. She wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

Charlene started stroking me and then told me to lie down before taking me into her mouth. I closed my eyes and surrendered myself to her oral talents. As her tongue traced and swirled, I knew I had to make a decision. Charlene’s mouth felt great on my cock, but there was only one way I wanted this to end — inside her hot pussy. I pushed her back, positioned myself between her legs, and was about to move forward when she pulled me into her and trapped me with her legs.

I braced my arms on either side of her and began thrusting hard and deep. She cried out for me to fuck her harder. She was so loud that I began to worry about my neighbors — Well, not really. Her yelling actually spurred me on. I gave it my best, but all too soon our rhythm picked up and we were straining against each other, our cries and moans intermingled as we shared our pleasure.

Afterward, I got up to pour Charlene a glass of wine. But when I returned, she was already zipping up her teddy. I wasn’t really surprised. Charlene knows that she’s always welcome to spend the night at my place, but she never does. It’s an unspoken agreement between us, and so far, it’s worked. So I kissed her at the door and helped her fasten her coat. Then she said the same thing she always says to me — “Don’t be a stranger, Gary.”